Beneath the splintering moonlight
And the flickering sense of unease,
A tide of her golden waters
Collapses on my heart, a sea.
I submit with great pride to the brilliance
And kneel, nearly crushed by this weight
By might, she has carved will of worship
With awe - the sublime root of faith.
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